Re: Ah, but you don't know where I'm going...mr_jaegerJuly 21 2006, 20:08:14 UTC
I knew a blind man who spoke of beauty. It can come in the form of a sound or a touch or a taste or just the feeling that something went right and things will continue to go right somewhere down the line. Taking that past the literal and into the metaphorical/allegorical as i can only assume you have it here, the point of all this is that i've had the blinders on for too long. I've been shaking my cane at a thousand different substandards that move a little subbier every day and never actually called a spade a spade. I'm tired of that.
I'm throwing away the cane and pissing on the dog. I'm taking those silly little dark glasses and crushing them up into cocaine-fine powder and taking a survey...everyone who wants to remain WILLINGLY blind? I'm rubbing glass powder in their eyes, so at least they get ALL the benefits of blindness. And the shakey little cup with the two coins rattling around in it is getting thrown...i am throwing down the goblet and demanding that my festering boil of a city produce something for me darkly entertaining, strange, neurotic and very possibly not even vertebrate.
Vegas IS just The Strip. There's more to it, but the rest of Vegas is used...tired and beat. It's worn down and gasping for its next cancerous breath. Every part of Vegas that isn't the strip is a tumour...living cells created of the same stuff that makes up the host body, but mutated and diseased and incapable of function, form or anything else but the desire to reproduce...fuck out their aggressions in hundred-degree scorching dry desert nights.
Would it be fucking RAD to grab a pair of .38 handguns, a pair of lawn chairs, a case of beer, two packs of cigarettes and a little portable stereo, waltz out into the middle of fucking NOWHERE in the desert at 2 in the morning so we could talk politilosophy and shoot guns at prairie dogs and the moon until the jack ran dry and we've played all our CDs? Fuck yes it would! Maybe even the first four or five times. After that would I have any interest in staying in Vegas? No. Does that sound more like a vacation than anything? As a matter of fact.........
I'm throwing away the cane and pissing on the dog. I'm taking those silly little dark glasses and crushing them up into cocaine-fine powder and taking a survey...everyone who wants to remain WILLINGLY blind? I'm rubbing glass powder in their eyes, so at least they get ALL the benefits of blindness. And the shakey little cup with the two coins rattling around in it is getting thrown...i am throwing down the goblet and demanding that my festering boil of a city produce something for me darkly entertaining, strange, neurotic and very possibly not even vertebrate.
Vegas IS just The Strip. There's more to it, but the rest of Vegas is used...tired and beat. It's worn down and gasping for its next cancerous breath. Every part of Vegas that isn't the strip is a tumour...living cells created of the same stuff that makes up the host body, but mutated and diseased and incapable of function, form or anything else but the desire to reproduce...fuck out their aggressions in hundred-degree scorching dry desert nights.
Would it be fucking RAD to grab a pair of .38 handguns, a pair of lawn chairs, a case of beer, two packs of cigarettes and a little portable stereo, waltz out into the middle of fucking NOWHERE in the desert at 2 in the morning so we could talk politilosophy and shoot guns at prairie dogs and the moon until the jack ran dry and we've played all our CDs? Fuck yes it would! Maybe even the first four or five times. After that would I have any interest in staying in Vegas? No. Does that sound more like a vacation than anything? As a matter of fact.........
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